Don't Realize

Beanie Sigel

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    Somebody's burnin close to the ground
    I been here before,but i aint gone lay down
    Naw, naw you suckas, i aint gone lay down

    Yo, hey yo i walks like a
    Pimp, spark wit this mack
    Click lock aint a smith you tell from this gat
    You fuck around and lose a leg or somethin
    I laser somethin i'm a predator
    Make me schwarzennegger something
    Nigga talk about a dolla aint a thing
    I got da blocks boilin keep oils like bobylin
    Move work in and out da tri-state
    No trouble on supply weight
    All bureaus five eights
    Yeah, i'm in and out of state
    I touched alot of states
    And yeah my plate touched alot of steaks
    And you crumbs can't supply a cake
    And cake don't make crumbs it's true
    Do da knowledge wait
    I'm try to school you to some game youngin
    But you knuckle head lame youngin
    Swear you know the game youngin
    Swear we move on the same train youngin
    You on a different track
    I'm the conductor yall niggas rats

    Yall niggas don't realize
    [naw yall dont realize]
    What it takes to make this doe
    There's no mothafuckin way that i
    [its right in ya face]
    Can show you how we roll
    Wish yall realized [yallrealize what the fuck we do]
    What it takes to make this cream
    Things i'm makin wit my team
    So simple as it seems

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    Uhh thats gangsta for ya gangsta for ya

    You niggas fuckin wit that
    Bake and that come back
    And always got a story like wait, i'ma come back
    Sometimes you gotta go away to make a come back
    And those that know when they
    Go don't even come back
    My nails dirty i aint sit on my hands
    Scale dirty i aint sit on no grams
    Jail worthy got dat shit on his ass
    Man, hustlin all inside of me
    I cop a spot, pop them numbers like the lottery
    Kept my luck sevens, big
    Fours right beside of me
    Nice pick six keep so hollows all beside of me
    In case them numbers on them balls jump around
    I gotta make the call to come
    To town and dumb around
    You mothafuckas betta buckle down
    Before i buckle down
    Naw nigga you can't knuckle now
    We past dat we on another level
    Like blast dat, body bag, casket, nother shevel

    Yall niggas don't realize [uh uh]
    What it takes to make this doe
    There's no mothafuckin way
    That i [we eatin this]
    Can show you how we roll
    Wish yall realized [get a mil get afree lunch ticket or sumthin]
    What it takes to make this cream
    Things i'm makin wit my team
    So simple as it seems [simple junk]

    I sold it all
    I even fucked them niggas on the dice
    Bucked them niggas who was nice
    Broke em all
    You used to pop willies on the block
    Now you pop willy on the block
    So where da raw
    My attitude like the state of missouri
    Can i relate to you story
    Nigga naw
    You talkin to the wrong one
    Nigga i'm a strong gun
    Yea walked in this game
    But i'm in it for the long run
    Till the lord come
    I'm a get it till it's all done

    Yall niggas don't realize
    What it takes to make this doe
    There's no mothafuckin way that i
    Can show you how we roll
    Wish yall realized
    What it takes to make this cream
    Things i'm makin wit my team
    So simple as it seems

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    Composición: Gerrell Gaddis, Beanie Sigel y Just Blaze

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